Dial Tones

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Yeah [Chorus] I fill up on steak I'm a motherfucking god like I'm Charlamagne I'm so high, I think you real, but you prolly ain't If this shit gettin' too heavy, baby, drop the weight I stay cool when I'm making all these decisions, ho I came back with precision, not what them niggas on They on hush now I hear dial tones She say, "GUCCI, why you walk 'round with yo' eyes low?" They think I fell off, I don't mind though I been spending all this cake, bitch, it's a mile long All this finessin' I'm doin', think my mind gone I'm just tryna see my son, they got my time low VVS all on her neck, put up them rhinestones, huh [Verse] Pop it like a fan, she got a crush Heard that bitch say she hatе it there so she camе with us, uh I'm on the road so, boy, please don't get touched Kobe just got done and you got killed, that's just yo' luck Said she wanna fuck because my name, my ego blushed I tell my bro shoot some shit, I promise he gon' bust I can't even hold you lil' bro, I just sold you cut (Huh) No, I'm not up stayin' with a baddie, I don't fuck She just rolled my motherfucking weed in her cut, uh We'll make the motherfucking trees bleed, bruh, huh Fiend hit the door, his whole body seized up I got Ben Franklin problems, all my niggas beat up [Chorus] I fill up on steak I'm a motherfucking god like I'm Charlamagne I'm so high, I think you real, but you prolly ain't If this shit gettin' too heavy, baby, drop the weight I stay cool when I'm making all these decisions, ho I came back with precision, not what them niggas on They on hush now I hear dial tones She say, "GUCCI, why you walk 'round with yo' eyes low?" They think I fell off, I don't mind though I been spending all this cake, bitch, it's a mile long All this finessin' I'm doin', think my mind gone I'm just tryna see my son, they got my time low VVS all on her neck, put up them rhinestones